Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings or any of the characters I use in this story. This fanfiction was written for pure fun and no money was/is made with it.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama/Angst
Summary: A simple hunting trip turns into a disaster as Elladan and Elrohir are attacked by orcs. With Elrohir being seriously hurt, their only chance lies now in the hands of Aragorn and Legolas....but will they meet in time? Main Characters: Elladan, Elrohir, Aragorn, and Legolas.
E-mail: kaeera@yahoo.de
Feedback: Always appreciated, and constructive criticism is very welcome.
There will be NO SLASH in this story. I prefer a brotherly bond between the twins. There may be parts which might sound slashy, but they weren't intended to appear like that. Well, of course, if you prefer slash, you can imagine that they are slashy, but believe me, they aren't! *lol* I'm not making any sense here, am I?
And I forgot to mention when this story takes place; a reviewer reminded me of that. Well, it's long before FotR, when Aragorn is between twenty and thirty years old and lives in Rivendell. It takes place about one of two years after my other fanfic 'Fever Dreams', just that you know - but that's not important.
By the way, there is a fanart to this fic! I wanted to write the link here, but every time I uploaded the chapter, it wouldn't show and in the end it totally screwed up. So if you want to see the image, you have to take the complicated way and go to my site (link is on my profile page) and look under 'Art'. It is under the first pictures, pretty easy to find.
Ai! More Elrohir angst! My favourite elf! I'm sorry for the cliffhanger, but I fear that this story will be full of them, so you'd better be prepared *runs away to hide somewhere* And thanks for the flabbergasting reviews, they really encourage me to write! *jumps around happily and hugs everybody* I'm afraid that I won't be able to update regularly, because I have three concerts in the next months, about eight exams, one big paper to write, an oral presentation about the effects or Morphine and a competition. You see, I'm rather busy *sweatdrops* I will try my best, though, but please bear with me if I can't manage a chapter each week.
Chapter Two: Painful Awakening
The first thing he noticed was the fact that he was lying flat on the ground. Cold snow fell on his face as he desperately tried to remember what had happened. An agonizing pain in his head told him that it hadn't been a normal sleep from which he had just woken, and idly the elf wondered if he was seriously hurt, for he felt far too weak to open his eyes.
Slowly he became more aware of his surroundings, noticed the cold air and the warm liquid running down his face in a slow, steady trickle. The noises of the battle had subdued and it was silent once again in the winter forest.
A light groan escaped his lips as he tried to open his eyes and a sharp pain
shot through his body. He had obviously taken a blow to his head, and not a
light one.
The silence was disturbed by sudden footsteps and Elrohir tensed. He knew that
he was in no shape to fight, and the idea of being slain while lying helplessly
on the ground didn't please him much. However, the strike he awaited didn't
come; instead he was gently turned over onto his back. Careful hands examined
his battered body.
"Elrohir?" a voice whispered fearfully.
Soft fingers brushed over the sensitive spot on the right side of his head. "Seems as if you've taken quite a hard blow," the voice murmured worriedly. He felt gentle hands lift his head from the ground, a soft cloth wiping the blood away.
Elrohir found it quite annoying that he was unable to respond, but his mind
seemed to hang on a thin line between reality and unconsciousness, only his
will keeping his brain from shutting down completely.
"We have to get away from here," the worry in the voice increased. Elrohir finally recognised who it was - and felt slightly stupid that he hadn't recognized Elladan's voice immediately. His twin worked around him - he could hear the rustling sounds - obviously trying to find something, but what, he couldn't tell.
"Elrohir?" the elf prodded. "You have to wake up - we must leave this place, for it is far too dangerous to stay...."
Elrohir heard the urgency in his twin's voice; maybe he should try harder to wake up...
Opening his eyes had never been so difficult before, but after a few attempts he managed to overcome the immense pain and crack them open. Everything was blurry at first, and he could only make out shadows, but after a few moments the form of his brother crystallized out of the whiteness.
Elladan smiled relieved as he saw that his twin was looking at him. "Hello there," he said. "Good to have you back." He smiled, but in his heart he was worried. This injury was a serious one, and they were far out in the woods, alone. Elladan doubted that there would be help anywhere near, and even more he doubted that his brother would be able to travel, let alone stand - not from the look he was receiving. The elf was barely managing to stay conscious....
"Come on, we have to get away," Elladan urged, worry etched in the even features of his face. Snow had started to fall from the gray sky and clouds were moving swiftly above them. The wind was increasing, and soon a storm would be upon them. The elf certainly didn't want to sit right here with his injured brother while a full snowstorm raged through the forest.
Elrohir just stared at him, the words only slowly entering his foggy brain. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath as the headache increased, a hammering pain behind his eyes. Wishing desperately that he didn't have to, but knowing that there was no other choice, he tried to raise himself to a sitting position. Elladan gently helped his brother, noticing with a worried expression the grimace of pain that washed over his twin's face.
"Ow," Elrohir groaned, as he finally sat up in the snow, the world spinning around him. It was hard to focus on anything, and the hammering pain in his head didn't help a bit.
"How do you feel?" came the soft voice of his brother.
"As if a horde of orcs trampled over me," Elrohir clutched his head and winced slightly. As he took his hand away, he saw that it was covered with blood. Elladan gently took his brother's head in his hands and examined the wound. A large gash was visible on the right side of the elf's head, and the blood was running down freely, painting half of his face in red.
"Do you remember what happened?" Elladan asked, knowing what severe head injuries could do to people.
Elrohir just blinked, a frown crossing his face. "I...don't know," he said slowly. And it was true, he couldn't recall what had happened, just that some orcs had been involved. His mind seemed to be full of strange, thick fog, making it impossible to think clearly. He stared at his brother with blurry eyes, eyes which had pupils of unequal sizes.
The older twin noticed this readily and knew what it meant. "I have to get you back to Rivendell!" he said firmly, feeling slight despair. Elladan knew that the best treatment for head wounds was to keep still, but they couldn't do that. They had no shelter, the storm would come and more orcs would find them. But the way to Imladris was long and they had no horses...
He grabbed his brother under the arms and helped him to stand up. Elrohir swayed at first, as the world once again swirled around him, and grabbed his brother's shoulder for support. Then the world calmed down and the nauseous feeling in his stomach eased somewhat.
"I...don't think that I can walk very far," he said, unsure.
"I know," Elladan gritted his teeth. "We will search for a kind of shelter, maybe a cave or something like that." He collected their few belongings which had been scattered on the ground and then gently took his twin by the arm, leading him away from the clearing where the orc bodies were still lying dead on the ground.
The elf took a piece of cloth and covered the gash with it, promising himself to take care of the wound as soon as they were somewhere safer. Then he looked at his own wound, noticing with satisfaction that it was really only a scratch; the arrow had just grazed his arm and the injury had already stopped bleeding.
An hour ago, they had bickered with each other and thrown snowballs, not expecting this. Elladan cursed inwardly. Could one never be safe from these orcs? He didn't want to show it, but Elrohir's condition frightened him. Head wounds were always difficult, for one couldn't see inside another elf's head, and if there was bleeding in his twins brain, he would never know it until his brother fell down - dead.
He had already seen a few signs that showed that his brother had at least a severe concussion - the unequal pupils, the slurred movements, the poor concentration and the loss of the memory of recent events.
Elrohir walked beside his brother, his arm draped around the other's shoulders for support. He felt strangely unattached to his body, and this irked him. The drowsy feeling made him unaware of any danger that may be around them, and if an orc had decided to attack them at this particular moment, he would have been unable to fight.
The elf had sustained quite a few head injuries in his long life and knew that this feeling wouldn't disappear for the next few hours. All he wanted was to lie down and sleep, but the tiny part of his mind that was still functioning told him that this was an impossibility.
Snow started to fall as the two limped through the silent forest, snow which caught in their long hair, melted into ice cold water and rolled down their identical faces. The wind started to blow, a cold breeze, which howled slightly through the trees. Elladan glanced at the sky, which was growing darker with every moment. He frowned in worry; at their current pace they wouldn't be fast enough to reach the tiny cave he had in mind.
But one look at his brother told him that they couldn't go any faster; Elrohir was already looking too pale and ready to faint, although he never would have admitted it. A small trail of blood was trickling down his cheek, but the elf didn't seem to notice. His lids were half closed and his eyes unfocused.
Elladan shook his head. "This is just typical," he murmured, "You complain that it's boring without our little brother and Legolas, and we run into trouble."
His twin smiled weakly. "Well, I'd rather it be me that was hurt than someone I cared about," he said.
Elladan snorted at this and tore his gaze away from Elrohir's pale face. He would have felt the same; being hurt wasn't as bad as seeing *other* people hurt. Especially his twin. Over the hundreds of years they had shared together on this world, there had been numerous times when he had feared for his brother, either in battle or home at Imladris, watching him in his fevered dreams, trying to conquer the effects of poisoned orc blades. And he would never get used to it. Each time was horrible, and each time he felt the numbing fear of losing the person who was most important to him in the world.
"It's not that far," he promised softly, not knowing if he had spoken to his brother or merely to himself. The snowfall was becoming thicker and the temperature dropped. He just hoped that the cave wasn't that far away...Elrohir wouldn't make it too much farther.
***********
Aragorn angrily wiped the snow away from his brow. Over the last hour, the weather had worsened. It was colder than before, and he felt his fingers getting numb. The mane of his horse was covered with snow, and one couldn't see any more but a few meters ahead.
"If any orc decided to attack us, we would be lost!" he shouted over the howling wind.
Legolas looked back. "No orc would be out here in this weather, believe me!"
"True," Aragorn nodded in agreement and closed his eyes against the biting wind. Each snowflake was like a sting of ice on his face, and he pulled the scarf up so that his mouth and nose were covered.
Legolas seemed unfazed by the cold, but that didn't surprise the ranger. He had learned to deal with the superiority of elves a long time ago.
His horse stumbled a bit as it walked through another snow drift, and the human frowned. "How long till we find shelter, Legolas?" He asked. Around them were only trees, but no place that could give them a satisfactory shield from the snow, and more important, the wind.
The elf didn't reply at first, just stared through the snow. "Maybe an hour," he finally said. "It's difficult to say with all the snow. I dimly remember that there are a few caves not far away from here...I don't like it, but it's better than facing the storm."
Aragorn simply nodded and concentrated on riding again. The snow was falling heavier with every second, and he couldn't it brush away fast enough. An especially stubborn snowflake caught in his eyebrow and he angrily wiped it away.
His fingers were cold and he couldn't move them properly, but with all the snow and wind he couldn't put them in his pocket, since he needed them to help guide his horse. The ranger was really looking forward to a fire in a cave, where he could rest and dry a bit, maybe even warm up.
He started dreaming of a warm meal, when suddenly Legolas halted his horse, an alarmed look on his face. Aragorn was caught by surprise and stopped his horse too, glancing with concern at the elf.
Legolas was staring ahead, his gray-blue eyes concentrating on something the human couldn't see. "There is something up there," he announced, jaw tightening, "But I do not know what it is, for the visibility is terrible through this snow."
They both tensed as they heard the shuffling of foul creatures walking through the woods. They were coming nearer, and soon they could hear grunting and occasional cursing in a foul language. "Orcs," Aragorn whispered the word that was in both of their minds.
Legolas glanced at the human. "We can't fight in this snow, and I fear there are too many. We should head in the opposite direction. It will delay our path a bit, but better that than one of us getting injured again."
The ranger nodded, knowing that the cold was slowing his body down and that he wouldn't be able to fight very well if he were forced to. As silent as possible, they turned their horses and headed away from the group of orcs. The creatures hadn't noticed them; once again Legolas' keen senses had rescued them from a rather nasty fight.
They rode in silence for a while, until they thought to be far enough away from their enemies, then they turned back to their usual direction. However, it wasn't long until Legolas stopped again, staring ahead. "I see shadows," the elf said.
Aragorn immediately grew alarmed and sat up in his saddle, one hand touching the sword at his side. "Are they moving?" He trusted the senses of his friends completely.
"Not as far as I can tell," the elf admitted. "I don't even know what it is; I can just see a few shadows lying on the ground, and they are not trees."
"Then they must be dead, for nobody would lie down willingly in this snow."
"True, but we cannot count on that." Legolas took his bow and an arrow out of his quiver. "I'd rather be careful; stay alert!"
The elf jumped down his horse, for he was swifter on the ground, but Aragorn stayed on his. The snow would have only slowed him down in the case of an attack. Both grabbed their weapons and slowly neared the area where Legolas had seen the shadows.
It was a small clearing, and Legolas' eyes narrowed as they came nearer. The shadows were melting out of the foggy background now, and his keen elven eyes could begin to make out objects. To his disgust, he realized that there were indeed dead orcs lying on the ground, their dark blood spilled on the white snow, barely visible because of the new snow that had started to fall.
"Yrch!" he hissed, as his eyes darted around. If they were dead, that meant that a battle had taken place, and certainly someone had to have survived; if enemy or friend, they had yet to find out.
"What are orcs doing out here?" Aragorn wondered, as they were near enough so that the human could recognize the corpses, too. "Or rather, what *were* they doing here?"
The two friends paused a few meters before the clearing, listening for any sounds, but the howling wind made it nearly impossible. With the swirling of the snow, no other movement could be seen, and the orcs were slowly buried under the white substance.
Carefully they stepped into the clearing, Aragorn finally dismounting his horse. Legolas knelt down in front of the first orc, examining the beast. "This one was killed by a sword," he announced, but found no sign that could identify the attacker.
Aragorn waded through the snow to another corpse, who was half sunken in the deep whiteness. An arrow was sticking out of his chest. He lowered himself to the ground and examined the arrow, without touching the orc. The creature smelled terrible, and he had no intention of getting orc blood on his fingers if it wasn't absolutely necessary.
The arrow, made of dark wood, was of elvish make. "Legolas, look!" he softly shouted to his friend, pointing at the arrow. "Those orcs were killed by elves." The human glanced closer at the arrow, noticing the small sign on the shaft. His brow furrowed in confusion as he tried to make out what the symbol was, and then it hit him like a brick....
"This arrow belongs to Elladan!" he exclaimed, surprised. His older brother had always carved little symbols on the shafts of his arrows, so that his twin wouldn't accidentally take them, and over the years Elladan had grown used to this habit.
Legolas turned around. "The fight didn't take place a very long time ago. They must still be out there, somewhere." The elf walked over the clearing, searching for any tracks of the twins. "They were obviously alone, for I can't find any signs of other elves."
Aragorn slowly followed his friend, worry starting to grow in him. "I just hope they are well," he muttered under his breath, as his eyes caught sight of something else on the ground. He kneeled down and carefully wiped the fresh snow away, revealing old, bloodstained snow. Unlike the dark blood of the orcs, this stain was bright red, and there was no doubt that it belonged to one of the elves.
"At least one of them is hurt," Aragorn informed, his worry increasing. In this snowstorm, it would be impossible for the twins to get back to Imladris when one of them was in no condition to walk, especially since they didn't have horses with them, according to the tracks.
The ranger exchanged a quick glance with Legolas. "We must find them, they will need our help."
The elf simply nodded, and they both made their way back to the horses.
************
His headache had increased during the last hour, until he felt nothing else beside the pain. It was difficult to walk in a straight line, for his limbs didn't seem to obey his commands correctly, and more than once he had stumbled forward, only the aid of his brother preventing him from falling flat onto the snow. The elf didn't even notice the continued glances of worry Elladan was sending towards him. Everything seemed a blur, and the urge to lie down and close his eyes was growing more intense with every minute that passed.
Then, without any warning, Elrohir slumped to the ground, his body too weak to follow his wishes any more. Only the two strong arms of his brother kept him from a rather nasty fall.
"Elrohir!" someone shouted somewhere near his ear, but the voice seemed to be far away, calling through the thick fog that was swirling in his brain. The detached feeling returned again; he was neither unconscious nor sleeping, but he couldn't reply or do anything.
The two arms lifted him up, until his head rolled against strong shoulders. The voice was speaking again, but he couldn't understand the words, only stared out of half-lidded eyes at his brother. Elladan looked concerned, nearly frightened, a look of despair on his face.
'Strange', Elrohir mused in the foggy depths of his brain, 'Elladan is never scared. At least not that often. The only time he wears this expression is when Estel is hurt, but Estel isn't here, so that can't be the reason...
He felt slightly annoyed at the fact that his body was betraying him in this way, but he didn't care very much. He was too tired, his head was aching and the whole world was spinning...Elrohir wanted to close his eyes, wanted to fall into the welcoming darkness, but two rather forceful hands shook him awake. Annoyed, he blinked his eyes open, to find himself once again staring into the face of his brother.
Elladan was speaking to him in a rushed voice, trying to get through his brother, but nothing would help. Elrohir's eyes were glazed over, telling him that the elf wasn't really aware of what was happening. All the younger twin wanted was to sleep, but every time he closed his eyes, someone would disturb him. Slowly he began to hate his brother for not letting him sleep, and became more and more irritated as the time passed.
Elladan on the other hand was nearly despairing. After having seen his brother's eyes, he had realized in shock that his twin was on the verge of lapsing into a coma, and he couldn't let that happen, knowing that once Elrohir fell asleep, there was the great chance that he would never wake up again. So he tried to keep his brother awake, but this proved to be more and more difficult.
"Elrohir," he pleaded once again, as his brother's eyes drifted shut. The pale appearance and the glassed look in his twin's eyes frightened him greatly. "Come on, you can't rest now, stay awake for me!" he whispered and lifted his brother to a standing position. Elrohir was leaning against him, and would have fallen without his support. The cave was not that far away, Elladan knew that, but he would have to carry his brother.
With a grim expression on his face, he took the other elf in his arms and continued to walk, every other minute prodding Elrohir not to fall asleep.
"You are *not* falling asleep on me, little brother!" he said in an angry voice, masking his concern. "Don't you dare sleep now when I'm alone out here! After all, this whole hunting trip was your idea! I shouldn't have listened to you, really, but now, I was so stupid to follow you."
He slightly turned his head, so that he could see the pale face out of the corner of his eye. "Come on, Elrohir, talk to me! Say something! You know what happens when you fall asleep while having a severe head injury, after all, Ada taught you as well. I know that you must feel tired, but I can't let that happen...Say something, 'Ro, please!"
"'Dan?" came the tiny whispered reply, and Elladan nearly screamed in joy.
"That's good, just keep talking. We will reach the cave soon, I promise!"
"'Elladan....I'm so tired..." His voice sounded weak and raspy.
"I know, but you can't sleep, not yet. You have to stay awake, do it for me. Will you do that? Elrohir?" Elladan pleaded, while searching his way through the snow.
The force of the wind was increasing, blowing snow directly into his face and making it impossible to see more than a few meters in front of him. His long hair was flapping around his face, white-colored because of the snow.
"I...try..." Elrohir leaned his head against his brother's shoulder, as the weakness overcame him once again. His arms were dangling uselessly around Elladan's neck.
Elladan felt tears sting in his eyes, out of despair or because of the cold wind, he couldn't say. He just knew that they had immense problems; even when they reached the cave, he wouldn't be able to let Elrohir sleep, at least not until his pupils were looking normal again. Additional to that came the cold, the storm that made it impossible to return to Rivendell, and the fact his brother was too weak to walk.
'A few hours ago, we thought that such things only happen to Estel and Legolas,' he thought wryly, 'And now we're caught in the middle of it. Quite ironic, one might say.'
He would have laughed, if he hadn't been so worried. So he just bit his lower lip and concentrated on his path, the snowstorm growing more intense around him. The wind howled through the trees, shaking snow down on the two elves and soaking them even more than they already were.
************
"One of them fell," Legolas shouted over the storm. It was harder to ride and communicate with every passing second, and they both knew that they couldn't continue like that for long. the wind was destroying every trace of the twins, and it was getting too cold even for elves.
Fear clutched at Aragorn's heart as he looked down at the tracks. It seemed as if one of the twins had been too weak to continue and had slumped to the ground. The tracks told them that one brother had carried the other. The ranger knew that it had to have been a serious wound, for the two elves were strong and hated to be carried by anybody.
The idea of losing one - or maybe even both - of his brothers scared the human. He had always assumed that he would be the first one to die, since he was mortal, and that his family and friends would survive him. Now he had to fear for his brothers, for not even elves could survive in such a snowstorm when injured. And the sky told them that the weather would worsen in the next few hours.
"Let's go," he mouthed to his friend and steered his horse ahead.
"Aragorn, we have to go to the caves; the storm is too strong!" Legolas answered, despair written over his features because of their helplessness. "It seems as if Elladan and Elrohir are heading there as well, maybe we can find them there."
The ranger just nodded, his mouth dry. it was nearly impossible to recognize any trail now that the snow was falling so heavy, and soon they would be lost. The horses were exhausted and on the verge of collapsing, as was Aragorn. The cold was not doing him any good...
The two friends guided their horses through the snow-covered forest. The weather really wasn't their friend these days, and Aragorn couldn't recall any time when there had been such a storm at Imladris. But then again, the weather was always milder in Elrond's realm.
Over human and elf, the gray clouds hung deep in the sky, darkening the scene. Though it wasn't even late afternoon, it more resembled the night, for the sun couldn't bee seen and no light pierced through the heavy clouds and the snow.
'I just hope that they are okay', Aragorn thought, concern written on his face, 'They have to be okay! If anything happens to them...no, I can't even think of that. They must be okay...please, oh Elbereth, please...'
To be continued....
Ayee! Another cliffhanger...I'm sorry! *sniff* Poor Elrohir! Please don't kill me...*whimpers* At least not before I can answer to your reviews! I love long reviews! ^__^
Stoffpferd - Ich hoffe, deine Fingernägel sind noch am Leben...*lol* Naja, ich liebe halt unsere beiden Elbenzwillinge, und bevor es so richtig hart auf hart kommt, wollt ich sie halt noch einmal ein schönes Erlebnis haben lassen. :P Und klar kann ich das meinem Elrohir antun, ist schließlich mein Lieblingselb! *knuddel* Der wird noch einiges zu ertragen haben...
Arlessiar - *lacht* Bei Legolas und Aragorn ist entweder Heiterkeit
oder eine gehörige Portin Drama vorprogrammiert...ich glaube, die können
gar nicht mehr normal leben. Oder wissen nicht mal, was das Wort normal bedeutet^^
Estel: *böser blick* "Das ist allein eure Schuld! Cassia und
Sio haben die Lawine ins Rollen gebracht, und nun haben wir keine friedliche
Minute mehr!"
Kaeera: *tätschel* "Da kann man nichts machen, nin mellon..."
*breites grinsen*
hoellenwauwau - *mal vom begeistert sein runterhol* Das ist nicht gut. *kopschüttel* Da kann man nix produktives mehr erarbeiten...(haha, als ob wir jemals sowas gemacht hätten^^). Jaja, Aragorn unser Held...nyark, ich denke, er hat wirklich was aus seinen Fieberträumen gelernt, aber gegen die teuflischen Finger von FF-Autoren kommt auch unser Lieblingsranger nicht an!!!
Nili - Schade, dass du nicht mehr on kommst...trotzdem antworte ich dir hier, in der Hoffnung, dass du es irgendwann mal liest! Hach, die Zwillinge ham's mir einfach angetan...*knuddel* Ich kann nichts machen, ich liebe es einfach, wenn die Zwillinge sich umeinander sorgen *beide in Backe kneif* So süß! *schmelz*
Salara - Vielschreiber? Naja, bei meinen alten Geschichten wirst du nicht soviel zum Schmökern finden, außer du magst Digimon! Aber ich bin auch schon auf ff.net, seit ich 16 Jahre alt bin, da kann man schon einiges schreiben.^^ Die meisten meiner Geschichten sind ja sehr kurz *g*. Freut mich aber, dass dir diese FF so sehr gefällt und du 'Lust auf mehr' hast *sich geehrt fühl*. Ich bin zwar nicht die schnellste, was das schreiben betrifft, aber ich tu mein bestes!! Dankeschön für die review!
English replies:
Lasselanta of Mirkwood - Aragorn is around 25 years old, and yes, it takes place before the Fellowship. I should have probably mentioned that, but I forgot. I have no idea if Elrohir dies, you have to ask my evil plotbunnies...*snickers*
Anime-05 - Yessss....me likes angst. Sorry for the cliffhanger, but the story seems to be full of them. Can't do anything against it! *shakes head sadly* They seem to haunt me...*runs away*
Erhothwen - My, my, I'm receiving many looks those days...*trieds to hide* Poor Elrohir, you're right! *pats head* Well, I hope Elladan liked your chicken soup, although I think that he has other things on his mind right now....
ThE iNsAnE oNe - Are we playing favourites yet? (I've really no idea
what this sentence means, I just read it somewhere and found it nice *laughs*)
Writer's block is not good...*sends plot bunnies on TIO to chase writer's block
devils away* "Sh, sh, out of the way you little devils!"
Ai, poor Elladan...you can't be so unfair to him, can you? After all, he''s
Elrohir's older brother! *cuddles Elladan*
Elladan: *screams* No! Go away! I don't want to be babied by *you*!!
Who knows what you will do with me...
Kaeera: *pouts* Well, then go to TIO instead...*glances at TIO who's
still cuddling Estel* Or maybe not....^__^
Elladan: *scowls* Leave my brother and me in peace!
Kaeera: Who, me?
Elladan: Yes!
Kaeera: Sorry, I can't. I have readers waiting for this fic...they will
kill me if I abandon it for your sake! *smiles sweetly*
Lomelinde - Sorry, no slash. I don't like slashy twin fics, because I think their bond is a very special friendship, nothing like romantic. Besides, I can't write romance even when forced to^^
Ciria - Wow, long review again. I LOVE long reviews! I have no idea how longs this story will be...we'll just have to see how it develops. I hope that there'll be at least some chapters^^ Well, I love the snow, so I just made the twins love snow, too. I figured that they would like it with being unaffected by the cold and all that...It's cool that you can find that many fav lines in my fic...wow, I'm just flattered! Thank you by the way for the idea you gave me (Estel thinking that his family will survive him), I used it in a little part of this chapter. Hope you don't mind! Ai, poor Elladan, he's so worried! *sniff* Thanks for the great ego-boosting review! *beams at Ciria*
Gwyn - Bribe me with food? I don't know...hmm...*looks at gollum gummies* Well, I will gladly take it, but I can't promise anything^^ Another elve torture fan, huh? Great! *hums contently*
Firnsarnien - Ehm, sorry. *sweatdrops* I know that it was a rather nasty cliffhanger, and this one isn't any better. But what shall I do? I can't end this story after one chapter...okay, I *could*, but that wouldn't be any fun, would it? I hope the wait wasn't too long, but I'm really not the fastest writer...I have to be in the mood for it, and then I have to find the time, which proves to be quite difficult. Ah well. *sighs* Hope you liked this!
Celestra - Every review inspires me in one way, especially the long ones^^ *hinthint* No, it's just great to know that there are actually people out there who like what I write...*walks around dazed*
And thanks to everyone else who reviewed, I didn't mention you all (yeah, the
lazyness^^). You guys make my day! Well, then, onto the next chapter! *hurries
off*